Now I'ma kick up dust
As I begin to bust
On the wick-wack, fucked up suckers you can't trust
When I pick up I lick up, ya face get smacked up
When I rack up, so all you motherfuckers just pack up
Or get slapped with the swiftness
If you think you're swift then forget Merry Christmas
Now stuff that in your stocking
I'm knocking em out the box 'n'
Knocking em out their sock 'n'
'Cause Robin is rocking
Breaking em down to the slab
Taking em down on their ass
Now what you wanna do? Ya wanna battle, huh?
See ya watch and creak without a motherfucking paddle
Rattle that brain, I'm not that same ol' plain Jane
Roll on you like a boulder, you're nothing more than a grain
Or a pebble, take it from the real rap rebel
Not Bushwick Bill but I can take it to that other level
You think you got pull then pull it!
I got the trigger so I figure you'll bite the bullet
Then bite the dust and what the fuck
Do what I must and what I must is bust
The bubble or choose some trouble, forty-due's
So stick to my Luger, Lady of Rage is coming through

(Some cool shit, some cool shit)

I fears no one, I makes em cool off like a polar cap
Lynching as I hits, misses the rolling back?
Pushing packs to make a profit
Diggy dope stuck on the topic so stop and gimme my pops, kid
I'm living large like a fat bitch
So get back, bitch, I'm hard to broke art so the faggots
This young black kid, I'm mercenary, merciless
Murdering mega some niggas so who's first to diss
They say I'm bad so you'll find none worst than this
Chewing motherfuckers up like a Hershey Kiss
Put to sleep, ripping the lyrics I'm leaving
Rough wind flex too complex, wrecks, then I'm peace
So feel the wrath, nigga, I rip in half niggas
Ya quick to talk shit I whip your ass nigga
So watch me blast, nigga, cause I'm the last nigga
Ya wanna fuck wit, so up your cash, nigga
I make stagger, ob' skills and jimmy ragged
Home in and drag her, sit wit ya girl and watch me tag her
Pulling steel like a stunt
Sold like an ID card, nigga, no needs to front, so
Here to torment up a track on crack
And I'm strapped witta semi-toll milli-ten Mac
Yo, I breaks em off, I breaks em off cheap
Deadly as Jason on Friday The 13th

Back in the days, niggas they use to scrap
But now in '92, niggas they pull they strap
'Cause, umm, police them come wicked and dem shoot
Niggas, so niggas retaliate and start to loot
Execute, boom, stomping black soldier
Here to teach and mould ya
The ennerator, dominator, narrator RB to the motherfucking X
Flex wicked styl-e, bomping be found into greed by a
Maniac with a gat
See nowadays niggas is like that
I pull my trigger back, the bullets go
Bop, bop, bop now I'm on Death Row
Fuck it, niggas going wild, every night they shoot
It's like Beirut
Maybe you should get a Teflon vest for your chest
Anytime ya step into my hood
But that'll do you no good
One slug to ya face, no hate, you getting smoked like wood
Nasty nigga but he pumps, lays flat on the concrete
Here comes the white sheet
Mr. Coroner cocked with some yellow tape
But the murderers escape
Outtie like 5 G's
Lyrical gangbang but it's just a G thing

General CommentThere are a lot of wrong lyrics posted for this song. The worst is the "Teflon Vest" haha! Teflon is used on cooking pans, it is a Kevlar vest that is bulletproof. Here are some of the corrections:

Send you up Shit Creek without a mutherfucking paddle.
You’re nothing more than a grain or a pebble.
So skip to my lou, the Lady of Rage is comin through.
But now in ninety two
The innovator dominator narrator RB to the motherfuckin X
I makes em stagger, I’m as scandalous as Jimmy Swaggert
Maybe you should get a Kevlar vest for your chest anytime you step into my hood
Mr. Coroner, cop with some yellow tape, but the murderers escape